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My Life #10 (Edited and Sanitized for Tumblr)
That first day with Carlos and Marissa set the tone for what I was to go through for the next couple months that I lived in Carlos’s complex. Marissa was my roommate there and we shared and did everything together (see “My Life #9). The biggest reason for that is we almost never were allowed to leave our room. Food was brought in for us and we had a TV. No internet access or anything like that though. Fortunately the room was huge and was nice. So I was pretty comfortable. There were occasions where we were brought out to the pool but that was heavily controlled and we didn’t do it much.
The typical day was to watch TV, play cards with Marissa, talk about our lives before we were brought here. She was brought to the complex by Carlos’s guys after she was separated from her uncle while trying to cross the border from Mexico. She was 2 years older than me and a virgin before she got here. Also in a typical day we were fucked by Carlos (and only Carlos) as we put on a show for him, sometimes pretending to be hurt from him, sometimes actually being hurt. He would have us have sex with each other and fight each other for his entertainment. Despite that, me and Marissa grew as friends. We were made to fight and tried not to hurt each other when we did.
Stuff started to change about the third month into my captivity if you want to call it that. We went a week without seeing Carlos. That was very unusual. Sometimes he would miss a day or 2 but never this long.
On a morning of the second week with no Carlos, we were woken up by a huge group of Carlos’s guys that all came in at once. There were about 10ish guys. Some of them I have never seen before. As they gathered around the bed, one guy grabbed my leg and pulled me off the bed. He then pointed to a chair and told me to sit down and stay quiet. I noticed another guy recording what was happening with his phone. I sat there and watched as one of the guys pulled the blanked off the bed to expose Marissa’s naked body as she laid there. She started to cry knowing what was about to happen.
Early after my arrival to live at the complex, Marissa told me that there have been a few girls that have come before me who she has lived with in the 6 months living there before I arrived. She said that when Carlos gets bored of the girl, he stops having sex with them and then let’s his guys do what ever they want and then the girl disappears as in what I witnessed when I arrived. Marissa warned me to do my best to keep Carlos happy or I wouldn’t last long.
Remembering what Marissa told me months ago, I was terrified for what was about to happen. Most of the guys started to take their clothes off. The ones that didn’t, were too busy feeling her shaking body. One guy started to kiss her and another one started to finger her while another one started to squeeze her boobs hard and pull violently on her nipples. It was then I knew what was about to happen. Carlos would normally never let any of his guys look at us, let alone touch us. I started to cry knowing my friend was in trouble. I got up and tried to pull one of the guys off of her. Another guy came up, grabbed my hair and dragged me back to my chair and said I would be next if I did that again. All I could do is sit there and watch as Marissa was sodomized, raped , beaten, and tortured by each guy for hours. I tried to hide my eyes but the guy next to me told me to watch as the other guy kept recording what was happening. After they were done, they took Her away.
After I was left alone, the realization of what just happened set in. I spent the next hour sick as hell puking from the adrenaline and terror. I grabbed the blanket and pillow and curled up on the floor. I remember the blanket smelling like Marissa. I missed my friend so much. I never saw her again and never found out what happened to Marissa after they took her. This was the second most difficult day of my life.
fuck im lonely